Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 14:53:34 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 3 of "One Big Happy Family"

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			       Chapter Three

"Oh, come on, Mom. I am over there all the time anyway. What is the big
deal if I spend the night at his house? He has an extra bedroom where I
keep my other clothes. I won't see you until Friday, anyway. I have already
left for school before you get up, so what's the problem?", Robbie asked
sulkily.

"Stan already does too much for you as it is. You can't just ask him if you
can move in with him half the time.", she answered.

"He won't mind. It would save him the time it takes him to take me home
every night. Please?  Just let me ask him what he thinks. At least I would
have someone to talk to in the mornings before I leave for school.", he
argued.

Robbie had learned quickly that the best way to get his Mom to agree to let
him get his way was to make her feel guilty about working the night shift
and leaving him alone at night. It always seemed to work, and Robbie was an
expert at using this ploy by now. "All right, you can at least ask him. I
might as well sign over custody of you to him. I think you both would like
that.", she answered.

"No, Mom, you know that isn't true. I want to be here with you on your days
off, but it is not much fun having to get up in the morning by myself and
sneak around so I don't wake you up.", Robbie said as he hugged
her. "Thanks for agreeing. I am going over to Stan's house and ask him
right now, OK?"

"All right, I guess. Maybe he will just finally tell you he is sick of you
bugging him, and we won't have to worry about it any more.", she answered,
smiling at him.

"Not a chance. You know I am too cute for that to happen. Everyone falls in
love with me as soon as they see me.", he kidded, as he ran out the door.

She just smiled as she watched him peddle away on his bicycle as he raced
towards Stan's house.  She had to admit, everything was turning out lots
better than she had ever imagined. Robbie was doing lots better in school
from the grades he had brought home on tests. He and she got along much
better now that he was spending time with Stan. They were now almost
buddies, where they had been enemies before Stan showed up. Having a man in
his life had done wonders for Robbie, she thought.

Robbie thought so too. The thing she didn't know was he was becoming more
and more attached to Stan by the day. He had known he was gay for a long
time, and now had a real attraction for Stan. He thought Stan was attracted
to him, also, but wasn't sure. He took every opportunity to parade in front
of Stan in as little clothes as possible without being too obvious. Stan
now stayed with him until bedtime almost every night they were together,
and Robbie now regularly stripped down to nothing but his briefs before
going to bed. If he was cold after Stan left, he would just get up and put
on a t-shirt later. But, he was noticing Stan's eyes looking all over his
body at times when he looked out of the corners of his eyes, and he knew
Stan was interested. He just had to play his cards right, and he could have
everything he had imagined in all of his fantasies come true. He mentally
formulated a plan as he peddled his bike over to Stan's house.

He pulled his bike into Stan's garage, like they had agreed, and ran up the
steps to the back door.  As always, it was unlocked and he walked in like
he owned the place. He quickly found Stan hard at work in his office.

"Hi, Stan. Still working on the new book?", Robbie asked.

"Hi, Robbie. Yeah, I am almost finished. I really like the way the story is
going after the suggestion you made. I have never let anyone read any of my
stories before I was finished before, but now I am glad you talked me into
you reading it before I was finished. I think we make a pretty good team
together, what do you think?", I asked, smiling up at him.

"I think we make a great team", he said, coming up and putting his arm
around my shoulders.  "Stan, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, Robbie, anything you want within reason", I answered.

"Can I start spending the night over here when Mom is at work? I'll go to
bed when you tell me to, and get up the first time you call me in the
morning. I can just bring over 4 days clothes when Mom drops me off. I can
put them with my after school clothes, and I'll keep my room really
neat. Can I?", he pleaded. The words had spilled out of his mouth so
quickly that it all sounded like one big sentence.

"Woah, slow down a little, Robbie. I don't mind at all, but what would your
Mom think?", I asked.

"I already asked her, and she doesn't mind. Please?", he begged.

"Why don't we both go over and talk to her. If she agrees, we can pick up
your clothes and bring them back with us. When do you want to start
spending the night here, anyway?", I asked, almost as excited as Robbie was
about the new plan.

"She has to work tonight. If it's all right, I wanted to sleep here for the
next four nights. Is that all right with you?", he asked.

"Sure, but again, lets make sure your Mom is OK with this. Come on, let's
go talk to her.", I answered.

"Thanks.", he said, running over to hug me. "I know she will let me. We are
getting along great right now, and I can talk her into anything."

I enjoyed the hug. We had gotten closer and closer over the past six weeks,
and as our friendship grew, Robbie became more demonstrative in expressing
his feeling towards me. I usually got at least one hug a day, and enjoyed
them all.

Robbie's Mom wasn't overjoyed at the prospect of not seeing her son for
four days at a time, but all she got to do was peek in on him when she got
home, so it wasn't a big sacrifice on her part, and she finally agreed. We
were quickly back at my house and Robbie was busy putting away four days of
school clothes in his bed room. HIS bedroom. I already was liking the sound
of that.

I cooked Italian Spaghetti for dinner, which Robbie had always loved, and
tonight was no exception. We cleaned up the dishes, turned on the
dishwasher, and walked into the den to watch a little TV before it was time
for Robbie to go to bed.

I sat down in my Lazy Boy lounge chair, expecting Robbie to sit near me on
the couch like he normally did, but without asking, came up and quickly sat
down on my lap. "Hey, what is this all about? You think I am part of the
furniture?", I kidded him, tickling him in the ribs.

Robbie screamed and tried to fight back, but I quickly overwhelmed his
efforts and tickled him until he had tears running down his cheeks. When he
finally recovered, he said, "I thought you looked kind of like an old,
broken down chair, so I thought I would see how comfortable you really
were."

"Oh, I am old and broken down, huh? We'll see about that.", I answered,
resuming tickling him once more. Robbie was extremely ticklish, and I soon
had his tears flowing again.

"I give. I give!!!", he screamed. I quit tickling him and let him recover,
holding him with both arms around his chest and stomach. He finally grew
quite, and we silently watched TV for a little while.

He finally turned around to face me, moving to sit sideways in my lap, and
said "Thanks for letting me sleep over here, Stan. I really appreciate it."
He quickly kissed me on my right cheek, and hugged be tight.

I eagerly returned the hug, saying, "You don't have to thank me, Robbie. I
always enjoy spending time with you, you know that." I meant every word of
it, too.

Robbie didn't break the hug for several moments, then finally pulled back
and stared me in the eyes for several seconds before finally settling down
in my lap facing the TV once more. I hugged him to my body with both of my
hands resting on his stomach. Unconsciously, I started gently rubbing up
his chest and down over his stomach as we watched the movie.

Robbie moved around a little on my lap to get more comfortable when I
started that, and he said, "That feels really good, Stan. Don't stop."

I almost jerked my hands away when I realized what I was doing, but then
resumed after I was sure Robbie was enjoying the new attention. The only
problem was I was getting hard from the combination of rubbing Robbie's
stomach and him sitting in my lap. I was scared he would notice and be
offended, and I tried to think of anything I could to get it to go back
down, but nothing seemed to help. I had found myself becoming more and more
attracted to Robbie lately, especially at bedtime, when he paraded around
in front of me practically naked, and my confusion had grown as my
attraction grew. I had never been attracted to a male of any age before,
and now I was beginning to lust after a 12 year old boy. What was wrong
with me?

Robbie didn't help me with my problem, either. He seemed to fidget around
more in my lap the harder I got. I was about to get myself into an
extremely complicated situation, when I looked over at the clock and found
that it was only a few minutes until ten. Thanks for small miracles! I quit
rubbing his stomach, and tried to will myself to go back down.

The last of the TV show went off, and I said, "Time for bed, Robbie. Go and
brush your teeth and get in bed and I will come in and say goodnight."

Robbie turned around and said, "Do I have to? Can't I stay up a little
longer? I was really enjoying sitting with you."

"No, we promised your Mom, remember? If you do what you promised, maybe you
can sit in my lap tomorrow as we watch TV.", I answered.

"Oh, all right.", he said, as he got up and headed for the bathroom. I
watch him go, sorry to have to make him get up off of my lap, but also glad
to have avoided a very unpleasant situation. As I watched him leave the
room, I caught a glimpse of the front of his sweat pants, which looked like
he was showing a bigger bulge than usual. Could Robbie have also gotten
turn on by my rubbing his stomach? No, surely not, it must have been my
imagination.

I heard Robbie finish up in the bathroom and go into his bedroom to start
to get undressed for bed. I had finally gone back down, after I had got up
and slashed some cold water on my face in the kitchen to help me calm
down. I was about to go in to say good night, when he walked in dressed
only in his skimpy white underpants and said, "Aren't you coming in to say
good night?"

"Sure I am, Robbie. I was just getting a glass of water to take to my
room. I am going to get in bed and read a little while, so the TV won't
disturb you getting to sleep. Go jump into bed, and I will be right
there.", I answered.

"I'll just wait for you.", he said, as he walked over to stand by me as I
put some ice into my plastic cup. I filled it with water, and said, "OK,
off to bed for you, Robbie. No more excuses." I playfully slapped him on
his butt, making him yelp as he ran off in front of me.

He got to his bedroom door way ahead of me, turned towards me, and said
"I'll get you for that.  You just wait." I stole another quick glance
between his legs when he turned, and again thought he looked bigger down
there than he normally did.

As I walked through the door, Robbie, who was hiding over to the side,
jumped on my back and wrapped his legs around me like he was riding a
horse. He held onto my neck to keep me from throwing him off, and almost
choked me until I could get a hand between his arms and my throat.  I
didn't want to hurt him, so I simply walked over to the bed with him
clinging to me like a little monkey and laid down on the bed with Robbie
trapped underneath me. I bounced up and down a couple of times, getting
little gasps from him as I knocked a little air out of his lungs, and then
forced his arms from around my throat. I quickly pinned him down and
tickled him once more to get revenge.

I usually watched his face for his reactions when I tickled him, but this
time I couldn't help myself, my eyes were trained between his legs. I had
never been this close to Robbie when he was dressed in nothing but his
briefs, and I greatly enjoyed the view as I tickled him until new tears
were running down his cheeks once more. I finally quit my assault, leaving
him laying quietly on his back as he regained his composure. I quickly
pulled down the covers, grabbed him under the arms, and drug him bodily up
to where his head was on the pillows, and then quickly covered him.

He finally opened his eyes when I finally got him covered and grinned,
saying, "You may have got me that time, but I will get you back, you just
wait."

I just grinned back and said "We will see about that." I bent down and
kissed him on the forehead and said, "Good night, Robbie."

He raised up long enough to hug me and kiss me once more on the
cheek. "Good night, Stan. I love you." was all he said, as he snuggled down
to try and go to sleep.

I got my plastic cup of water and headed back into my bedroom. Outside, I
was glowing from the hug and kiss I had just received from Robbie, as well
as him telling me again that he loved me, but inside, I was still deeply
troubled by my feelings for him. I had to get myself under control, or I
might do something that could scar Robbie for life, and also get myself in
some deep water with the police. He was just a small boy, for God's sake.

I stripped down to my own briefs and got under the covers to continue to
read "Atlantis Found", the newest novel by Clive Cussler. Who knows, I
might find another idea I could use in another of my books.

I had been reading for about 20 minutes, when I looked up and Robbie was
walking into my room. "Stan, I can't get to sleep. I just toss and turn. It
must be trying to sleep in a strange place all by myself. Can I sleep with
you tonight? Please?", he begged.

I looked him over quickly as he walked in, and again, he seemed to be
showing a bigger bulge between his legs than normal. "Oh, shit, what do I
do now?", I thought to myself.

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